The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-10-06
THE RUSSIAN DOCTOR.
entertaining and Romantic Story
from Real Life.
tADAPTED FROM THE GERMAN OF NINE,
ELISE PoEKE.J
BY MRS. FRANCES a. SHAW.
2FGnslation copyrighted, 1887, By Il. ~ Kelo1
Newspaper COmpany
CHAPTER V.

s&NS3&SEsS8$ 1T y ~ q lessons while the
eSS%sS5sss Sags1E, guest wandcrc d
Gsa'H& &!%T a&tSssa' forth with his
skctch-book, declaring that the forest
and its environs offered an mex
haustible store of interesting subjects.
The terrace was his chosen place for
aquarcllc painting; in the twilight
hours he sang to his own accomnani-
mcnt on the piano. Marianne, who
never allowed her hands to be idle, took
refuge IN her crochet work. DcSircc's s
WandcrlnGS with Arnim ceased as tho
gcntlcmen took frequent long walks
together. The two women passed
much of their time in the garden.
"Unclc told you that our guest had
led the usual frivolous life of rich
young men in ST. Petersburg" said
Dcsircc one day to Marianne, rs they
sat together in the garden, and tho
young girls dcft fingers fashioned a
breakfast cap of true pariSian elegance.
"What did he mean by thal?" She
added, bending low over her work and
blusmng deeply.
"llc must have meant that the
Hit from one ball and assembly to an
othcr-that he squandcrcd much money
and indulGcd in countless ilirtations.
One must not look deeply into the
lives of men. There arc few model
men like my cousin"
but UsSillow looks melancholy and
i'll. can not understand why he has
found no woman to love him and be
loved by him in return"
"llc has found plenty, dear child,
nut suchn ~lO~S. Aa-I.. j., y,
"a love that can not remain true is
no love at ALL This poor man has not
found the love he sought"
"llilmar is not in the least to be
piticd, you foolish child. He is happy
and content. He vii! >o!nc day marry
n rch wife | do not understand why
women think him handsomr He can
III no way compare with my cousin,
who has the only beauty ncrdful in Il
man-that of perfect health.
"But uncle has gray hair and his
whiSkcrs bcgin'--
t "That is because he has undergone
so many fatigurs,' interrupted Mari
anne, " because he still studies SO
hard. He is in all ways the superior
of Hilmar Won USsikow. Nuw%lct me
try on the cap before the glass. 1t is
charming. But that ribbon over the
top must come OF. 1t looks too couuct-
.tish for mc.'
The same hour found IIilmar and
Arnim roaming through the forest, and
talking over lIilmar'S choice of his fut-
nrc home. "Thr physicians recommend
the cnvirons n Lake Grncva," said the
invalid.
"That is the best air for yourncrvcs, ="
replied Arnim. "In winter YOU can 90
over the Alps to lake Como. With
proper care and the right atmosphere
You may soon be restored to perfect
health Most of all, YOU need rest. ="
"Whcrcvrr have sought rest il has
seemed that of the churrh-vnrd. How
happy you are. What a housckccpcr
you have in Marianne"
"Docs she please you?"
81 envy tho man to whose comfort
she minister's"
Then WOO and win her. She may
be the wife you need"
"pOssibly. But here we are in my
favoritc haunt, the forcst-mcadow.
Just look at that enchanting group of
old bccchCs! Trees grow more bcauti-
ful and interesting with age. Pity il il
not so with men! | would like tc
sketch Il little here"
"Thcn | will 20 back to the house.
do not stay out late Hilmar."
Arnim Elbthai walked slowly home;
moderate us was his step, his heart
beat violently. He half regretted hav-
ing SO spoken TO his friend, yet tho
thought that DcSirce might one day
take Marianne's place in his house fill
Ell him with aquict happiness. Whcro
could she be more safely guarded.
more lovingly cherished precious
Jewel Of his lost Hortcnse-than in the
Ninc-wrcathcd house whore her mother
had passed such halcycn hours?
"HeaVcn has arranged ALL" cried
voice in his heart, 1--WE have but To
calmly wait"
From this day the doctor seemed
moro absorbed in his work. Iilmar
was given over mostly to the society
of Marianne and Desiree.
1t gave him pleasure to know that
his guest took daily walks with the
two women, that he sat with them on
the terrace, reading aloud by the hour,
that his conversation was mostly with
Marianne. What would Papillon say
when called upon to greet Marianne as
dilmar's 6etrOthed?
The morning shadows fell obliquoly
on the strawberry bed, light wind
was stirring Papillon went with q
little: basket on her arm to gather the
wonted store. She had thrown back
her straw hat Her brow was thought.
ful, her head bent forward. Stems AN.
preached.
MAY l help, Desireop' asked Hill.
mars voice.
She turned toward him a face suf.
fused with bushes, and placed he,
toreanger on her lip.